When time is gone

As I sit in math,

I try to settle myself on one thought.

But nothing seems to be more important.

I try to find an escape from the reality, but nothing seems to be in reach.

Physically and mentally exhauasted from collision.

Time keeps passing by and I never get to really reflect. 

When will I learn to cope with myself,

When I keep giving up and letting myself down. 

How long will I learn to strong?

Who will teach me the right path?

Myself of course, if I wasn't so scared. 

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